The Quarantine Continues

We are quarantined, house-sitting for Dave and Karen up on Magnolia, and have left the house, maybe twice a week, in the last couple months. Kathleen has been experimenting with lots of sourdough, and we are eating well. My therapy is photography, and so I just keep shooting little moments, from ships to clouds, a few details to share. With so many shots out the upper front window, I realized it was probably a genetic disorder - ha!

When I was a child, we lived in Ketchikan, Alaska for a few years, including the year of "statehood", 1959. My father was the new preacher in town, and often I got to go visiting with him. After the introductions at the door, we always went straight to the front window to check out the view. Every house in Ketchikan is on a hill with a view of the water, and what a view. Before the airport was built, and cruise ships changed everything, everyone arrived by boat or float planes, often green Grumman Gooses landing with a splash. Fishing was a major industry, big ships, and tugs & barges brought food and supplies, so there was always lots to see. My father was always quick to ask if they had glasses - binoculars, and after a few minutes which seemed like forever, he'd hand them to me, and usually have a cup of tea with the folks. I was an introvert, and watcher and could spend hours looking at things out the window. When we left Alaska, the church community presented him with his own binoculars, which he used for the rest of his life. Now I realize, I'm still at the window. . .
Stay home, stay safe. . .